Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.